“ I have always been unafraid of life, but I never dreamed of being sated with life. Life has so filled me that I am empty of any desire for anything. ”
Jack London, Martin Eden (1909). copy citation
| Author | Jack London |
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| Source | Martin Eden |
| Topic | desire life |
| Date | 1909 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1056/1056-h/1056-h.htm |
Context
“He was unaware of any desire for her. Again he remembered Lizzie’s words.
“ I am sick, very sick, ” he said with a despairing gesture. “ How sick I did not know till now. Something has gone out of me. I have always been unafraid of life, but I never dreamed of being sated with life. Life has so filled me that I am empty of any desire for anything. If there were room, I should want you, now. You see how sick I am. ” It was not restful, that green foliage. The sunlight was too raw and glaring. It hurt him to look at it, and yet he looked, he knew not why.
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“ I am sick, very sick, ” he said with a despairing gesture. “ How sick I did not know till now. Something has gone out of me. I have always been unafraid of life, but I never dreamed of being sated with life. Life has so filled me that I am empty of any desire for anything. If there were room, I should want you, now. You see how sick I am. ” It was not restful, that green foliage. The sunlight was too raw and glaring. It hurt him to look at it, and yet he looked, he knew not why.
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